Waffle: Not mine, not canon, no warnings or spoilers. A sort of crossover. You'll see soon enough. Thanks to a Nymeria fic for the germ of the idea.
About 500 words written straight to the board. Inspiration struck as I washed up the dishes.
If That's Not Too Much To Ask? (G)
I had chosen my seat in the corner of the airport bar for the excellent view it afforded of the other patrons: Hundreds of displaced people, most just like me, all waiting for their flight to be called. I liked a bit of light people watching. The good, the bad and the ugly were always entertaining. Within ten minutes, though, I had been distracted by my favourite website. Thus I barely noticed that he was there until he spoke to me.
"Is this seat free?" He asked. I looked up. He was a guy a little like me, a business traveller, by the looks of it. He was a little younger, a little shorter…. He sported a much more supercilious smile. I really needed to work on my smile, I thought, as I nodded an eyebrow and grunted assent to him joining me.
I returned my attention to the website I was reading. It wasn't that I was being impolite, quite the opposite: Personal space is sacrosanct amongst frequent fliers. I was behaving exactly as I was expected to behave.
"What do you want?" He asked, breaking the sacred silence and leaning in closer.
God preserve me from people wanting a conversation, I thought idly. I looked up and frowned. His face looked as half-familiar to me as his question sounded, but I could not fathom why.
"What do you want?" he repeated, leaning even closer and notching the smile up a few points in the sincerity stakes. Whatever he was selling, I wasn't interested in buying. Did the man not know that sales pitches were strictly not done on the road? I decided attack was the best form of defence.
"More Farscape," I snorted with a satisfied grin, seeking inspiration for my brush-off from the website I had open. Let's see what he had to say about that, I smirked inwardly.
Now it was my companion's turn to frown, although, remarkably, the smile remained intact. He seemed to be considering a response. That was the last straw. Time to make my excuses and leave.
"More Farscape…..?" His brow furrowed as he continued to consider the matter.
"Yup," I grinned, starting to enjoy his discomfort. I started the shutdown sequence on my laptop just in case.
"Hmm. I will have to consult with my associates…"
"You do that," I smirked, draining my drink as I waited for my laptop to close down.
"It is a most unusual request," he continued as I stood.
"It can't be that hard, surely?" I mocked as I packed my laptop away. He arched an eyebrow as though to communicate that it might be.
"Just in case, there wouldn't be anything else, would there?" he pleaded. "Power, wealth…."
I pretended to consider that for a moment. "No, just more Farscape will do for now. Have a good flight, Mr….."
"Morden," he supplied as I stood. Suddenly, recognition dawned. His smile broadened disturbingly as my legs gave out, dumping me unceremoniously back into my seat.
End